Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.